Come Gangsta

Lyrics

[Intro: Different people talking] The spiked, red hair and the... and the paint on his face Woah, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man He's not as grounded as he used to be Tech was a devil worshiper They seen a black dude with red hair and a long beard I mean look, he look scary to me too And that nigga Tech, man, he sellin' out, man That... that's... he's doin' that shit for the white folks Thats white shit he doin', man [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I've been writing for nineteen years for sure Hate rules in these times Niggas don't wanna see me shine Stop me, and then try to tell me (Come gangsta) And then compare me to Nelly (Where's yo bank, bruh?) So this song's gonna tell these So called gangsta niggas who the fuck Has always been the bigger G Hey, I've been bustin', and fizznuckin' bitches It is nothin', for years puffin' I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin' Here's "Fuck you niggas", this is tough and I Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' Tellin' me this shit is hella fake Say, since way back in the days rappin', the blaze happened I raised raves, crazed days, was blade packin', and stage saggin' They's wack and N9na stayed layed back and I Laugh at negros constantly They never know the money N9na makes Hey, this is amazin' how niggas formulate they hatin' You fuckin' fornicate, you're mistaken We could never correlate 'cause you fakin', huh? Who's bringin' in through bacon, huh? Who's keepin' it shakin', huh? Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca N9na Niggas know the rest Gay is all you punks and Mitch Bades This in your trunk, won't get played on the radio Too gangsta for an old lady, bro Gangsta niggas don't hate me, no Wanksta niggas won't face me, though Talkin' shit in books 'bout people tellin' me I really need a vest Okay! [Interlude: Tech N9ne] I rep the town harder than any of you niggas Wherever I stand, my appeal's the same, punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Chorus: Tech N9ne] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And know that nobody there Will compare to your gangsta Sag your pants to the floor Every woman's a bitch or a whore When you're gangsta Pack ya guns in the club If they shrug give them thugs mean mugs Yeah come gangsta Is what they sayin' to me [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I should've been done come with a gun For the ones who bump they gums, you the one Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record Said I was wack and washed up, done Said a nigga might scare little ones He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes With red hair and my face painted They said (Gangsta) Messy Marv and Corleone is so (Gangsta) But I really ain't (Gangsta) I need to come a little (Gangsta) Scritch the Scratch, my nigga Fat Tone is so (Gangsta) You need a bit of that (Gangsta) You need to hang with a (Gangsta) Mr. Stinky Vigilante's so (Gangsta) Brotha Lynch is (Gangsta) The Bigga Figga is (Gangsta) 57 RDVs are so (Gangsta) That nigga Fiddy is (Gangsta) They say! When you in them streets, creep creep 'Cause some gangstas wanna head blast 'Cause I run with the red rags Ain't tryna make the feds flash Try to swipe my bread stash That's that bullshit I'm gon' skip and Try to go and get the money grip Okay, you niggas kill me You're Nosferatu vampire, bit my shit 'Cause you niggas feel me Surprised I got you right here with my shit So you gotta be thankful to who? By the way homie what's gangsta to you? Money, dope and alcohol and Plenty bitches all up on your dick I got that [Interlude: Tech N9ne] How can C-Bo be wrong? How can Yukmouth be wrong? How can Lynch be wrong? How can 2Pac be wrong, bitch?! [Chorus: Tech N9ne] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And know that nobody there Will compare to your gangsta Sag your pants to the floor Every woman's a bitch or a whore When you're gangsta Pack ya guns in the club If they shrug give them thugs mean mugs Yeah come gangsta Is what they sayin' to me [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time I left Kansas City so them other cats can go and shine But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind But I'm back on deck 'cause Kansas City is whose throne? Mine! This ain't no punk shit Nigga this is strength at its finest I made this shit so you all you simps can rewind it Meaning you pussies who say this Tech shit ain't hard for real And try to disregard the real You motherfuckers is hard to feel I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit But I stay ahead of the game And you punks is so late 'Cause my one gangsta track will demolish your whole tape I've been with every rapper who's legendary Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard 'Cause I bring the heater Love me 'cause I'm your leader Bitches, they suck my Peter While I'm drinkin' Margaritas Niggas get layed down Seven displayed sounds N9ne, the crazed clown Lines like sprayed rounds This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit If you say this ain't gangsta you can suck my dick! [Interlude: Tech N9ne] I might look like a clown, huh But you niggas sound like a muthafuckin' circus Fuck you muthafuckas [Outro: Yukmouth] This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man I mean... Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggas From the stage show to rockin' the mic, you name it That's why I roll with him He my favorite rapper, real talk Tech N9ne